Princess Superstar was right
Yesterday I had an amazing sexual experience.
I spent Thursday at work doing sweet F.A. I was supposed to be logging shots for a World War 2 documentary I’m working on. I hate logging shots. This is grunt work for interns. Not me! And aren’t there enough WWII docs?!? Apparently this one I’m working on will be “groundbreaking.” It’s based off a recent NY Times best seller. Anyhow I read the book when I was on holiday in Brazil. It wasn’t holiday reading. I’m bored just thinking about it now. I suppose horniness is the devil’s answer for being bored at work.
Thursday I spent a considerable amount of time answering e-mails. There was one particular e-mail that caught my eye. It was from a guy who wanted the 3C / 68 special. We exchanged e-mails. I had a few meetings at the end of the day but I manage to end the last one early so I could slip out and meet D, the gentleman I had been e-mailing.
D and I met in West London. I couldn’t believe my eyes. OHMYGOD he’s so cute. Just so cute. And the whole time we were in the taxi I just wanted to blurt out, “You’re beautiful” (but no, not in a James Blunt sort of way). He’s just this really cute guy. I dunno I have a really soft spot in my heart for sort of geeky-looking white guys. I wouldn’t even classify him as a geek. He was so cute and I was instantly smitten!
I think I’ve been working on the documentary too long. Yesterday I went to work in Army trousers. I must have done that subconsciously. Anyhow when I met D I kept apologizing that I wasn’t wearing a skirt. I just wanted to make my best impression. I wasn’t even wearing that much make up. God, I hope he didn’t think I was ugly.
We arrived at the hotel together. He checked in and we both went up to our room. It’s funny, in the elevator there was an America couple there. I made small talk with them and I thought, if only my countrymen knew what I was doing.
“Where are you from?” I asked in a devilish way. In the sort of way that you don’t really care what the answer is; in the sort of way where you can only think about getting your clit licked by your handsome companion.
“Kansas City,” the Midwestern couple answered.
“Oh, is that in Kansas?” I asked.
“No, it’s in Missouri.”
“Oh,” I answered sheepishly. This is probably why I’m not in Mensa. Great. Now I bet D thinks I’m ugly AND dumb.
I hope somehow that despite this I made a good impression on him.
As soon as we got into the hotel we started kissing. I’m not big on kissing. Kissing strangers, particularly. But there was something deep inside me that wanted to kiss him.
When we kissed I closed my eyes and it was great. To me it didn’t feel like 2 strangers kissing. I know it sounds crazy but was a spark. (6:58 are you sure where my spark is?)
I don’t know how long we spent just kissing. 5-10 minutes maybe. He undressed. I undressed until I was in my bra and knickers. Eventually both the bra and knickers came off. We headed to the bed and continued kissing. I laid on top of him and used my hands to explore his body. I teased his nipples with my teeth. I stroked his cock – not because I was trying to make him cum but just because I wanted to stroke it.
We did a lot of kissing, which was nice. I like kissing him and being kissed by him. We never even got around to doing the 3C / 68. I just enjoyed his company. I enjoyed being seduced by him. He said he wanted to go down on me and was ever so polite in asking ‘How do you want me to go down on you?’ How English and polite I thought! American guys wouldn’t bother to ask!
I propped my head on a pillow by the baseboard of the bed. I spread my legs and arched my back slightly. Without hesitation D dove in. He had an excellent tongue – but I could tell that by the way that he kissed. He used his tongue very well. He also used his fingers ever so slightly. I came HARD. After I came we kissed again. I love kissing a guy after he’s gone down on me and made me cum.
When I’m coming my voice lets out a raw guttural sound. I think it sounds like a cow dying. But hopefully it’s pleasant for men to hear.
Right before I came, I thought, I really want to fuck him. I really, really do. I wouldn’t have done it, but I was very, very tempted. And there not many men who are able to tempt me or inspire such desire in me.
We took a shower together and continued to pleasure each other in the shower. When he was ready to cum, I bent over in the bathtub. He jerked himself off and came on my back. He rubbed his cum into my back. He then politely washed my back removing all his spunk (or at least I hope he removed it all. I haven’t checked back there since).
We dried off and got dressed. He left a generous present on top of my purse. I stood in amazement.
In the words of the immortal Princess Superstar,
“One day you'll know how nice it is to get laid while you gettin’ paid”
I spent Thursday at work doing sweet F.A. I was supposed to be logging shots for a World War 2 documentary I’m working on. I hate logging shots. This is grunt work for interns. Not me! And aren’t there enough WWII docs?!? Apparently this one I’m working on will be “groundbreaking.” It’s based off a recent NY Times best seller. Anyhow I read the book when I was on holiday in Brazil. It wasn’t holiday reading. I’m bored just thinking about it now. I suppose horniness is the devil’s answer for being bored at work.
Thursday I spent a considerable amount of time answering e-mails. There was one particular e-mail that caught my eye. It was from a guy who wanted the 3C / 68 special. We exchanged e-mails. I had a few meetings at the end of the day but I manage to end the last one early so I could slip out and meet D, the gentleman I had been e-mailing.
D and I met in West London. I couldn’t believe my eyes. OHMYGOD he’s so cute. Just so cute. And the whole time we were in the taxi I just wanted to blurt out, “You’re beautiful” (but no, not in a James Blunt sort of way). He’s just this really cute guy. I dunno I have a really soft spot in my heart for sort of geeky-looking white guys. I wouldn’t even classify him as a geek. He was so cute and I was instantly smitten!
I think I’ve been working on the documentary too long. Yesterday I went to work in Army trousers. I must have done that subconsciously. Anyhow when I met D I kept apologizing that I wasn’t wearing a skirt. I just wanted to make my best impression. I wasn’t even wearing that much make up. God, I hope he didn’t think I was ugly.
We arrived at the hotel together. He checked in and we both went up to our room. It’s funny, in the elevator there was an America couple there. I made small talk with them and I thought, if only my countrymen knew what I was doing.
“Where are you from?” I asked in a devilish way. In the sort of way that you don’t really care what the answer is; in the sort of way where you can only think about getting your clit licked by your handsome companion.
“Kansas City,” the Midwestern couple answered.
“Oh, is that in Kansas?” I asked.
“No, it’s in Missouri.”
“Oh,” I answered sheepishly. This is probably why I’m not in Mensa. Great. Now I bet D thinks I’m ugly AND dumb.
I hope somehow that despite this I made a good impression on him.
As soon as we got into the hotel we started kissing. I’m not big on kissing. Kissing strangers, particularly. But there was something deep inside me that wanted to kiss him.
When we kissed I closed my eyes and it was great. To me it didn’t feel like 2 strangers kissing. I know it sounds crazy but was a spark. (6:58 are you sure where my spark is?)
I don’t know how long we spent just kissing. 5-10 minutes maybe. He undressed. I undressed until I was in my bra and knickers. Eventually both the bra and knickers came off. We headed to the bed and continued kissing. I laid on top of him and used my hands to explore his body. I teased his nipples with my teeth. I stroked his cock – not because I was trying to make him cum but just because I wanted to stroke it.
We did a lot of kissing, which was nice. I like kissing him and being kissed by him. We never even got around to doing the 3C / 68. I just enjoyed his company. I enjoyed being seduced by him. He said he wanted to go down on me and was ever so polite in asking ‘How do you want me to go down on you?’ How English and polite I thought! American guys wouldn’t bother to ask!
I propped my head on a pillow by the baseboard of the bed. I spread my legs and arched my back slightly. Without hesitation D dove in. He had an excellent tongue – but I could tell that by the way that he kissed. He used his tongue very well. He also used his fingers ever so slightly. I came HARD. After I came we kissed again. I love kissing a guy after he’s gone down on me and made me cum.
When I’m coming my voice lets out a raw guttural sound. I think it sounds like a cow dying. But hopefully it’s pleasant for men to hear.
Right before I came, I thought, I really want to fuck him. I really, really do. I wouldn’t have done it, but I was very, very tempted. And there not many men who are able to tempt me or inspire such desire in me.
We took a shower together and continued to pleasure each other in the shower. When he was ready to cum, I bent over in the bathtub. He jerked himself off and came on my back. He rubbed his cum into my back. He then politely washed my back removing all his spunk (or at least I hope he removed it all. I haven’t checked back there since).
We dried off and got dressed. He left a generous present on top of my purse. I stood in amazement.
In the words of the immortal Princess Superstar,
“One day you'll know how nice it is to get laid while you gettin’ paid”
posted by Naive London Girl at 7/14/2006 02:24:00 PM
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1 Comments:
You're a baad babysitter allright... but bad meaning good. And there is a Kansas City in Kansas, too, so don't think you were being dim. I doubt he noticed or paid attention given the kind of attention you were giving him.
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